Monday, August 22, 2011
you know a guy named b.b.
today i was at a stop light in my hot car with my windows down. i hear this "excuse me". there's this big hispanic man. and he asks me "do you know a guy named b.b.?" i say "no." the light turns green. and we're off. what if i did know a guy named b.b. what was this guy gonna do? say "hey me too"? part of me wishes i had lied and said "yes" just so i could have seen what he was going to say about b.b. in our 3 second moment together.
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I love stories like this.
I love how California is just one of those close knit states, where everyone knows everyone.
If the light didn't turn green this is how i imagine it going down:
BEX: "No, I don't know B.B."
Man pulls out big black machine gun and says: "let me introduce you to my B.B."
He then blows off becky's head and steals her (fancy) car and drives off into the sunset.
You got lucky becky.
Oh man I just laughed my head off....the story great and Mary's reply....hilarious!
Seriously, though. Muggers often use nonsensical statements to throw you off guard and confuse you, to engage your mind while they move in closer or pull their gun or knife, or while their buddy sneaks up behind you. I'm glad the light turned green.
what an interesting story. Glad you're safe but I am curious what he wanted, too.
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